The bug passed in the night, so I was fully functional today - ok, functional to the extent that I'm ever functional.
There was an 8:30 hearing in Morgantown on my schedule, so I was there by 8 -- and found that the hearing wasn't until 11 - and the interim to return to No. 3 would consist of 1-1/2 hrs in the car, and 1 hour working. No problem, got a brew at Starbucks, and worked -- did the notes for tomorrow's sentencing, rewrote the notes for a brief, and wrote a bunch of cards to people - I carry them in my clipboard thing for such occasions - The hearing was really rather humorous. It was a Social Security case remanded to the Administrative Law Judge by federal court. ALJ's hate to get reversed. So he was trying to set up the record to deny the claim and prove he was right the first time (including the rare step of calling a medical expert witness) and I was trying to set up circumstances that he couldn't deny the claim this time around. Each of us knew damn well what the other was doing, it was couched in the most pleasant possible language, and watching ourselves and the other spar was just funny. (Nobody else in the room was in on the joke - the case is totally important to the client.) In my petition to the federal court for the remand, I used words like "strange," "inconceivable," and "incomprehensible" in reference to the ALJ's original opinion.
Amy told me today that she's going to be out effectively for 3 months, secondary to her 2 y.o. having something called auditory neuropathy, that will probably need treated someplace like Baltimore. So, whoever said that "things can't get any worse" is an optimistic dumbass.
A client's family, the nicest people imaginable, brought me a xmas gift today - poinsettia (no doubt someone will want to use it) and a large tin of peanut butter fudge. Damn. Then on the other hand, it does illustrate the power of addiction, and the fact that I just can't be around that. (No, didn't imbibe a bite.)
TimSon took a 6 y.o. on a long-distance interhospital transfer Monday night - he was talking to me about the experience, and I'm really glad that he is showing a lot of heart and care, and not acquiring the jaded outlook that EMS creates in some people.
I noticed that I've been putting my name in a whole lot of books lately - not sure why - I always put my name & the date on the flyleaf of my books in the same way. Odd habit, I know.
But then remember Dykstra's Law: Everyone is somebody else's weirdo.
Mizpah.
R
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Morning Morgantown...Joni Mitchell
When morning comes to Morgantown
The merchants roll their awnings down
The milktrucks make their morning rounds
In morning, Morgantown
We'll rise up early, with the sun
To ride the bus while everyone is yawning
And the day is young
In morning, Morgantown
Morning Morgantown
Buy your dreams a dollar down
Morning any town you name
Morning's just the same
We'll find a table in the shade
And sip our tea and lemonade
And watch the morning on parade
In morning, Morgantown
Ladies in their rainbow fashions
Colored stop and go lights flashing
We'll wink at total strangers passing in
Morning, Morgantown
Morning Morgantown
Buy your dreams a dollar down
Morning any town you name
Morning's just the same
I'd like to buy you everything
A wooden bird with painted wings
A window full of colored rings
In morning, Morgantown.
But the only thing I have to give
To make you smile, to win you with
Are all the mornings still to live
In morning, Morgantown
Oh btw ... although I throw the leafs away, I always write my name, date, and id info in my books. Hey you! Ya callin' me weird?
Roger Dear, eventhough I don't usually write my name in books, I don't think it's a weird habit. I have two books of poetry that have written in the fly leaf: Joshua H. Green Michigan 1881.
It is that inscription which makes those two books precious to me.
Mel, I heart you for that one.
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